The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 347

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Chapter 347

The Old Mage in a brown robe bowed deeply to Derus Robert.

“It is an honor to serve Cheongeomseong.”
“I appreciate your assistance.”

Derus Robert nodded and gazed at the semicircular frame beside the Old Mage.

‘To think I would resort to using a dimensional gateway.’

By nature, I entrust my body to no one. Using a dimensional gateway required placing myself entirely in a mage’s hands, so I rarely used them unless absolutely necessary.

I had come to this Six Emperors conference by carriage, using the excuse that I wished to see the world with my own eyes and walk it with my own feet. Yet now, forced to use a dimensional gateway, rage kindled within me.

‘I will make them regret ever drawing breath.’

Whether the one who killed Matio and Kosini was a spirit entity from the Underwater Dungeon or some third party who had suddenly intervened, I swore I would render them neither living nor dead.

“Sigh…”

Derus Robert exhaled sharply and turned his gaze to the Old Mage.

“You may begin.”
“Understood.”

The Old Mage bowed once more and struck the ground with his staff.
With a resonant thud, radiant light of five colors erupted from the semicircular frame. As the light intensified, it spread in a fan pattern, filling the entire semicircular frame and forming the shape of a doorway.

“This gateway leads to the Robert Family. Please, step through.”

The Old Mage smiled and stepped aside.

Derus Robert nodded and walked into the dimensional gateway. A sensation of weightlessness enveloped me as brilliant light consumed my entire vision.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue in annoyance at having to entrust my body to another, then turned to look back. Rezel had followed me inside and stood close behind.

“Are you alright?”
“No.”

Derus Robert furrowed his brow and clenched his fists.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt genuine anger like this.”

I had been irritated when Facility 9 was destroyed, but not to this degree.
The rage that surged through me now rivaled what I felt when Themurs died after attacking Zigheart alone, unable to consume the Yonan Family.

‘Because I prepared for so long.’

I had spent an extended period preparing to obtain all the spiritual medicine and spiritual creatures submerged beneath the Underwater Dungeon.

I had slaughtered all the sea monsters surrounding the dungeon, removed every massive boulder blocking the entrance, and carefully opened it over years to prevent the gateway from collapsing.

The carefully laid plans—preparations that had taken as long as when I consumed the Yonan Family—had crumbled, and the loss of talented individuals like Matio and Kosini made my insides churn with rage.

‘I will not let this slip away.’

Their deaths were already irreversible. But I absolutely had to claim the treasures and spiritual creatures beneath the dungeon.

Uuuuuung!

As I bit my lip, forcibly restraining my fury, the light dimmed and a semicircular gate appeared, just as it had when I first entered this place.

“Hah…”

Derus Robert exhaled thinly and walked toward the gate.

“Head of House! Welcome back!”

The swordsmen and mages of the Robert Family stood in formation before the dimensional gate and bowed respectfully.

Derus Robert didn’t acknowledge their greeting. He cast off the coat he was wearing and leaped into the sky. His body became a beam of light, shooting toward the direction of the dungeon.

‘Even if you were a god….’

Fury blazed in Derus Robert’s eyes as he kicked off the sky and surged forward.

‘You will not escape from my grasp.’

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I swallowed hard as I gazed at a single flower floating upon the puddle of water.

‘A blue flower?’

Five petals that shimmered with the hue of the sea, a stem as smooth as the curve of the moon, and finally, six transparent leaves.
It was a flower so delicate it seemed it would shatter at the slightest touch, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

‘Could this possibly be…’

The Sea Spirit Flower?

The Sea Spirit Flower was called the soul of the sea—a legendary spiritual medicine in which all the essence of the ocean was concentrated.
I never thought I would encounter such a legendary elixir, one that existed only in myths and tales.

-Y-yes, that’s right….

Wrath nodded, his eyes wide enough to bulge from their sockets.

-It is indeed the Sea Spirit Flower. H-how in the world did it come to be here….

Even he seemed bewildered, his voice trembling.

“I have no idea either.”

Yet even as I spoke those words….

A smile bloomed unbidden across my hardened face.

-Cry?
“Should I shed some tears for you? I think it’s possible right now.”

With such a legendary elixir right before my eyes, weeping didn’t seem like a terrible idea.

-Grrrrgh!

Wrath’s fists trembled violently.

-What in blazes is this! What manner of creature is this that the world bends so favorably toward him! Since it’s maddening, at least speak!

He thrust his finger at empty air and shrieked.

-I, the True Demon King, lived for centuries without even glimpsing the character for elixir, yet this wretch consumes them wherever he treads! Are elixirs mere candy to him!
“You’re being loud.”
-Loud? Fine! I’ll be even louder! If you knew how I survived in the Demon Realm, you’d weep tears and offer that elixir….

After a long silence, Wrath’s rambling finally erupted in full force. I shoved the wild-eyed creature aside and examined the Sea Blossom.

‘It’s genuine.’

Both its appearance and the crystalline aura emanating from the Sea Blossom matched what I’d heard in the tales.

‘But….’

Why did I sense the aura of Manhwagong from the Sea Blossom?

From the Sea Blossom, which supposedly possessed the essence of the sea, I felt a strangely familiar presence alongside it.

‘I’ll understand once I see it.’

I steadied my breathing slowly and carefully placed my hand upon the Sea Blossom’s leaf.

Crackle!

In that instant, the world flashed brilliantly and transformed.

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The picturesque scene I had witnessed upon entering this dungeon unfolded before my eyes.

The Blonde Swordsman appeared. That familiar back—the First Patriarch of Zigheart, who had mastered Manhwa Palace and the Ring of Fire.

On the opposite side stood a Strange Being with white eyes and black eye sockets.
Similar to the one I had seen in the Cave of Heavy Martial Arts before, but this one bore a single horn upon its forehead.

The two figures locked eyes and moved. Simultaneously, blade and saber extended. Crimson flames erupted from my ancestor’s sword, while blackened light burst forth from the Strange Being’s saber.

Hundreds of sea monsters were pulverized by the terrifying collision of power, and the underwater mountain was cleaved in half.

As the scattered aura fragments fell, a colossal chasm was carved into the underwater mountain. This very place. This was the battle that had created this dungeon.

The aura emanating from the Strange Being’s saber froze the world itself. It descended with that oppressive force compressed within the blade.

Before such a tremendous aura that seemed to crush the sea itself, the First Patriarch of Zigheart did not retreat. With a faint smile, he traced a line of flame along the turbulent horizon with his sword.

Red and black clashed violently, devouring each other as they endlessly vaporized the seawater.

Evenly matched. The Strange Being’s saber and my ancestor’s sword were truly locked in a deadlock.
These two monsters roamed the depths like land itself, striking blade and saber at each other until the sun set and rose again.

As time passed, my ancestor seemed to be pushed back by the force, crashing into a chasm that had formed in the underwater mountain.

The Strange Being let out a scornful laugh and rushed at my ancestor, unleashing a barrage of saber strikes. Black aura like clouds pierced through the mountain’s center.

My ancestor remained unperturbed by the Strange Being’s overwhelming power, calmly employing Manhwa Palace swordsmanship to block every attack.

As if untiring, the black aura dwelling in the Strange Being’s blade grew stronger and more massive with each passing moment.

Just as the ferociously erupting black light threatened to consume everything, a different blue flame surged from my ancestor’s blade.
A formidable fire that did not yield even to the Strange Being’s aura.

These two monsters, far transcending humanity, charged with blade and saber clashing, carving a long and colossal corridor through the underwater mountain.

The sword marks that had brought me to a state of complete absorption were traces left behind in this very battle.

As the ancestor and the Strange Being drew together their energies in collision, the earth crumbled and a vast cavern was formed.
It was the place where Matio and Kosini had fallen, where I had obtained the true Manhwa Palace Flame Harmony.

The Strange Being’s aura amplified once more. A torrent of black energy, drawn together with enough force to shake the entire sea, rushed forth like the breath of a demon descended from hell itself.
It was a blade strike imbued with such malevolence that no swordsmanship could hope to withstand it.

Blue sparks erupted from the ancestor’s sword dance. Tiny flames spiraled outward, unfurling into a magnificent arc.

Manhwa Palace Flame Harmony. A sea of blue flames collided with the towering darkness.

The undulating azure inferno spread in all directions, yet the Strange Being held firm, gripping the massive black blade with both hands.
As he roared, black energy surged forth in thicker waves, beginning to cleave through the blue flames.

The ancestor, witnessing this, did not lose his smile. He muttered something to the Strange Being and twisted his blade.

In that instant, the blue flames transformed into gold. Auspicious light surged endlessly, consuming every space around them.

The Strange Being thrashed desperately, detonating his black energy, but the ancestor’s golden flames erased not only the black aura—they obliterated the Strange Being himself in a single moment.

The ancestor lowered his blade and gazed upon the Strange Being, now reduced to ash.
As he closed his eyes and began to speak, someone appeared behind him. Clad in a black robe with face obscured, but judging by the build, she appeared to be a female mage.

When she spoke, the ancestor stomped his foot. The ground crumbled, and the space where I had encountered the Sea Spirit Flower and phantom jellyfish materialized.

Seawater still filled the floor, but instead of the Sea Spirit Flower, an emerald-like jewel floated there. It resembled a seed of the Sea Spirit Flower.
The seed, as if exhausted of its energy, had withered, with only a thin sprout rising from it.

The ancestor knelt and gazed upon the seed. Rather than claiming the Sea Spirit Flower’s seed, he placed a small spark within it and rose.

The mage cried out in surprise, but the ancestor smiled, muttered something, and turned his head.

His gaze turned toward me. The moment I met those vivid crimson eyes, my entire vision was dyed gold once more.

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“Hah…”

I pressed my trembling hand against the floor to steady myself.

‘So those were the true swordsmanship techniques of Manhwagong.’

The experience was on an entirely different level from what I’d felt through mere traces. My heart thundered so violently with excitement that I thought it might burst from my chest.

‘My swordsmanship realm has grown stronger.’

It might have been mere imagination, but the realm I’d elevated through observing the sword marks seemed to have ascended to another tier entirely.

[You have observed the Crimson Wave of Perfection.]
[All swordsmanship realms increase.]
[The realm of the Ring of Fire increases.]
[All stats increase by 5 points.]

A message materialized just as I was shaking my head.

“What?”

So it wasn’t my imagination after all?

It seemed my strength had genuinely increased. The elevation of my swordsmanship realm itself was real, just as I’d sensed.

-What… what is this now…?

Wrath’s jaw hung slack in bewilderment.

-Why are you suddenly receiving rewards! Your body was hollow just moments ago—where did you even go! You cursed zombie!

He shook his head wildly, unable to comprehend the situation.

“Hmm…”

I smacked my lips softly.

‘I can’t explain this.’

If I said I’d met with my ancestor, I’d be branded insane, so there was no way to explain it.

-What the hell! If you’re going to give rewards, at least make them plausible! Why are you suddenly handing out compensation?

Wrath beat the ground and wailed, asking why only I got to feast so well.

“Let’s just leave this place first….”
-My spiritual elixir was stolen, my stats were stolen! I can’t live like this!

He blocked the path ahead of Seolhwa and puffed himself up like a giant cotton candy given by a cotton candy vendor who wanted to clock out.

Besides, it wasn’t even your spiritual elixir in the first place.

Even if I said that, it didn’t seem like it would get through to him. I pulled out the only word that would work on him.

“If you move out of the way quickly, we can go outside and eat something delicious. I said I’d buy you whatever you want….”

Before I could finish, Wrath lowered his hand and hopped up onto my shoulder.

-What are you doing? Aren’t you picking the flower?
“Sigh….”

I’m exhausted. Really.

I exhaled deeply and approached Seolhwa. Looking at the flower, I recalled the First Patriarch of Zigheart I’d just seen.

‘Manhwagong….’

Now I understood why I could feel Manhwagong’s energy emanating from within the flower. My ancestor had given it power to sprout.

‘What a remarkable person.’

He could have cultivated the Seolhwa’s seeds directly, yet he left it alone even though it would become a mid-grade or higher spiritual elixir if consumed as is. He was far beyond the realm of the ordinary.

I carefully plucked Seolhwa leaf by leaf and placed it into my dimensional pouch. Just in case, I also stored the corpse of the phantom jellyfish in another space before standing up.

‘Now I need to collapse this place.’

I had to sink the entire dungeon itself to make this a perfect crime.

Whoooooosh!

I raised the Heavenly Sword and stirred the Manhwagong to its extremes. Following the swordsmanship of the First Patriarch who had melted away the Strange Being, I swung the Heavenly Sword down with full force.

Shhhhiiiing!

Crimson flames bloomed along the blade’s edge, spreading magnificently to create a vast sea of fire.
Not blue like my ancestor, nor golden, but a vivid scarlet inferno that wrapped around the entire space.

Booooom!

The matured Crimson Flame Swordsmanship burrowed into the sword marks etched across the walls and ceiling, creating massive fissures throughout the dungeon.
The floor and ceiling began shaking violently as if an earthquake had struck.

“That should do it.”

I had shattered the very framework that maintained the dungeon, so it would collapse completely in no time.

I placed both the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword into my spatial pouch, then retrieved the blue garment clinging to my body and put it on.

Before entering the water pool, I bowed my head, remembering my ancestor who had channeled energy to the Sea Spirit Flower.

‘Thank you.’

I expressed my gratitude to the First Patriarch of Zigheart for bestowing both the Manhwagong swordsmanship and the Sea Spirit Flower, then straightened my posture.

-Who are you bowing to right now?
‘If you knew, there’s someone who’d say you’ve gone mad.’

I chuckled and waved my hand. If Wrath had seen this scene, I imagined him spitting and cursing, and the thought made me smile.

I looked up at the collapsing ceiling, then threw myself into the water pool—the only exit from this place and where the Sea Spirit Flower bloomed.

Splash!

True to where the Sea Spirit Flower bloomed, the water was not foul. The crisp scent of the sea permeated my entire body.

‘Time is running out.’

My ancestor never imagined I would destroy the dungeon and escape, so I had to get out of here as quickly as possible before everything collapsed.

Just as I would during combat, I resonated the Ring of Fire intensely, suppressing all traces and aura.

Whoooosh!

I wielded Glacial and synchronized my aura with the sea itself.
The sea appeared still, yet it was always moving—the source of all life. As I opened my senses calmly, I felt the currents flowing through the water.

‘This way will be faster.’

The left passage was closer than the right. I swam underwater using my refined breathing technique, following the currents that brushed against my skin.

The pitch-black corridor with no light was unsettling, but I pressed forward, trusting Glacial, the Ring of Fire, and the arrangements my ancestor had left behind.

A faint glimmer of light seeped into the dark passage. As it grew brighter, brilliant sunlight flooded my vision.

‘I’m out!’

I snapped my waist and accelerated, completely breaking free from the dark corridor.

Outside. A vast ocean that stretched beyond sight filled my entire field of vision.

‘I’ve come quite far.’

The passage had been long, so I was far from the Underwater Canyon that had been inside the dungeon.

And since it was toward the sea rather than land, it would take a while to reach the surface.

Rummmmmble!

At the tremendous sound, I turned back to see the massive Underwater Canyon in the distance collapsing and beginning to sink into the deep.

I watched the sight unfold, my gaze growing distant.

‘The sea keeps its silence.’

Now the fact that I had come here and who Matio and Kosini had been killed by were completely buried. A smile crossed my face as relief washed over me—everything was finished.

‘This is assassination.’
-Assassination? Aaaaaassassination?

Wrath tilted his head as if utterly bewildered.

-Does the True Demon King misunderstand the word assassination? You revealed your face and crushed everything with brute force—how is that assassination!
‘If there are no witnesses, it’s assassination.’
-You speak like someone who took a blade to the skull.

He shook his head vigorously, insisting there was no reasoning with me.

Raon chuckled softly and stretched his hand out long.

‘Shall we head out then?’
-Stop.

Just as I was about to move as quickly as possible before Derus Robert arrived, Wrath’s cry rang out.
I understood the reason immediately and held my breath.

‘Could it be….’
-He has come.

After a few breaths passed, I felt a monster approaching from the upper left, radiating a killing intent so bone-chilling it made my skin crawl.

My heart clenched tight. My breath caught in my throat, and my swimming hands and feet froze of their own accord.

I couldn’t even look up, only grinding my teeth together.

‘It’s him!’

Derus Robert. That madman was floating in the sky above.

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